 | Thomas Brown - 1822 - 546 頁
...the haud Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings, And still new beauties meet his lonely walks, And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow, — not a cloud imhibes The... | |
 | 1822 - 206 頁
...the hand Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings; And still new beauties meet bis lonely walk. HM KATE OF GLENSHEE. A FRAGMENT. While he the wonders of the place survey'd, In a... | |
 | William Enfield - 1823 - 412 頁
...branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wing ; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves...bosom can partake Fresh pleasure, unreprov'd. Nor then partakes Fresh pleasure only : for th' attentive Mind, By this harmonious action on her pow'rs,... | |
 | John Cole - 1823 - 238 頁
...: -" For him, the spring Distils her dews, and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves nn folds: Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings And still new beauties meet his lonely walks. And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow ; not a cloud Imhibes The setting... | |
 | Thomas Brown - 1824 - 490 頁
...morn. Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings, And still new beauties meet his lonely walks, And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies o'er...— but whence his bosom can partake Fresh pleasure, unreproved."* Such is that universal possession of nature which the susceptibility of the emotions... | |
 | John Milton - 1824 - 510 頁
...the hand Of autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold and blushes like the morn. 590 Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings And still...the meadow, not a cloud imbibes The setting sun's шЯщятвв, not a strain all tfie t 595 By this harmonious action on her powers ' 60C Becomes herself... | |
 | 1829 - 660 頁
...naturalist Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow,—not a cloud imbibes The setting sun's effulgence,—not a strain From all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends, but whence the bosom can partake Fresh pleasure. If it be granted, therefore, that the pleasures of childhood... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1825 - 270 頁
...hand Of autumn tinges everj fertile branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the mora. Each pissing hour sheds~ tribute from her wings ; And still new...o'er the meadow ; not a cloud imbibes The setting lun's effulgence ; not a strain From all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends ; but whence his... | |
 | James Hervey - 1825 - 476 頁
...enable us to banquet even on the invisible dainties of nature. Furnished with these several organs, Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes...all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends, but thence our senses can partake Fresh pleasure. Pleasures of Imagination, B. iii. Another capacity for... | |
 | James Hervey - 1825 - 424 頁
...banquet even on the invisible dainties of nature. Furnished with these several organs— - Not a breeae Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes The setting...tenants of the warbling shade Ascends, but whence our senses can partake Fresh pleasured Another capacity for frequent pleasure our bountiful Creator... | |
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His tuneful breast enjoys. For him the spring Distils her dews, and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds : for him the hand Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn. Each passing hour sheds tribute from... 
